Dark Poetry
I Will Flow
A poem
I will wait for you by the endless river,
When the leaves fall and moons shine.
I will gaze at the faraway distance,
For thy love is soon to be mine.
I will wait for you by the waters,
When the sun sets we will pack.
I have always been a good daughter,
But they know: we will never come back.
I will wait for you as my heart beats,
Night may scream, voices telling: “Go home”.
I will still wait, standing by this stream,
Love is bigger than us, and I’m sure it will hold.
I will wait for you by the endless river,
As the leaves fall and moons shine.
When I gaze at the faraway distance,
You’re not there — we’re you ever mine?
I will flow in the streams of the river,
Leaves of autumn will fall as I go.
Moons will shine and the stars shall glimmer,
At least, this love will continue to flow.
This piece was haunting me — it needed to get out. When I decided to jump the prompt train and wrote To Avalon, the idea or feeling for this — whatever it is — came to be. It’s a part of duality that my personality is, I suppose… One maiden being forced, the other one jumping the stream on her own volition.
It’s all written now. It finally feels complete. No thoughts to haunt me anymore, perhaps a fresh new piece will find its way into my head…
My scribbles dive into a variety of topics. Yet whether I scribble fantasy or horror, highly opinionated or research-driven pieces, I hope it leaves you with something to ponder: makes you feel better (or worse?..), strikes an inner monologue (hopefully, voiced out in the comments!) or simply gives you something to chew on, inspiring to keep the creative ball rolling.
Thank you for reading!
